Chapter 1017: Demon Invasion (1/2)
Three days later, Krune, Flita, and Wrister geared up for a battle early in the morning. They each donned armor made from the bones of Tier 4 Demons, armed to the teeth. Upon wearing the armor, Krune sighed, laughing as he shook his head, ”I guess I was worried over nothing.”
After all, the armor completely covered his body. Only the part of his eyes was visible to the onlookers. Well, that was also blocked by a layer of membrane that acted like glass. So, irrespective of his identity, no one would be able to recognize him under this armor.
It seemed only those powerhouses at Tier 5 didn't wear armor. It was because armor was unnecessary to them. Not because they were strong, but because the Red Demons that arrived at the battlefield were usually young and way weaker than them.
So, that was the reason they never wore armor.
Before they departed, Krune looked at Hazak and said, ”We'll be back soon. Protect this place until then.”
”Rest assured, Sir Pestlor. Even if the powerhouses of this city attack this place at once, I'll still be able to defend this place,” Hazak said while patting its chest.
Smiling, Krune waved his hand, leaving the mansion. The trio of him, Flita, and Wrister exited the mansion and arrived at an underground transportation network where they hailed a private bus meant exclusively for soldiers like them.
In the city, there were two forces that fought on the battlefield. The first was the soldiers, those that were formed by most of the populace. They acted as units consisting of their respective tiers, armed to fight together and plow through the battlefield.
They formed the majority of the forces on the battlefield. Surprisingly, soldiers had guaranteed spoils of war. After all, there existed a strict team of observers that acted from behind enemy lines, marking down the kills of every soldier.
Then, there were the transporters that collected the demon corpses, bringing them into the city to be processed. As all records were maintained fairly, there was no fear of malpractice or the rewards of someone's efforts going unnoticed or stashed away.
After all, there were numerous teams of observers working about on the battlefield, both openly and covertly. This way, numerous records were kept, preventing any single party from tampering with the records.
After all, even if a single record was tampered with, rewards were only given out after all the records were cross-checked. So, when there was a sign of tampering, the respective observer group would be punished.
Over time, it created an information system where no one dared to tamper with the results in fear that they would be reported, causing all their hard work to go down the drain. That was why the soldiers were able to calmly fight on the battlefield with the assurance that their efforts wouldn't ever be wasted.
It was then followed by the mercenaries. They formed about a small fraction of the battlefield, usually working around the borders. Wealthy families that developed their exclusive forces used this mercenary service.